"Untitled: An Éomer Story" - by Kelly M.
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Chapter Four: Stranger In The Night
Éomer awoke with a start. Hearing a loud pounding, he jumped out of bed and hastily got dressed. Grasping his sword, he ran out into the hall, and pounded down the marble spiral staircase. Reaching the door, he flung it open, sword at hand. In front of him stood a soaking wet young lady. He eyed her up and down, when she spoke.
"Please kind sir, may I come in?" She stuttered.
"Who are you?" Éomer asked suspiciously.
Before she could answer, a crash of lightning struck near, illuminating a figure behind her. Turning, she shook with fear. "Please.."
Éomer opened the door wider.
The dripping woman gratefuly came in.
"Follow me. You'll need to dry off."
The lady followed Éomer into a large hall room, where he handed her a dry cloak. He was looking at the dampened lady before him, when she spoke.
"I hope I am not too much of an inconvience, kind sir."
Éomer watched as she glanced at the door uneasily. Crossing the room, he reached the door and closed it. He stood, watching for a bit.
Clutching the oversize cloak, she looked long and hard at the castle.
"Not another inspector..." He muttered.
She whirled, "Your castle, kind sir, tis breathtaking!"
Éomer raised his eyebrows in surprise. Looking at the gray stone walls, which were hardly decorated in the Hall, he wondered why it amazed her so.
"You think so?"
"Oh yes, kind sir. Ne'er have I seen such beauty in a Castle."
Éomer blinked, "Thank you, and you may call me, Éomer."
She nodded. "I do not mean to be presumptious, kind sir, but may I stay here for the nigh?"
At first he was a bit taken aback. He barely knew her. He was about to deny, but when he saw the look on her face, he decided against it.
"Yes."
"Really?"
He nodded. "You may stay in the room, up the stairs, on the far left."
"Thank you, kind sir."
And there he stood, watching her gracefully taking the steps, like a noble lady. A noble lady, whos name he knew not.